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The Moratorium on Brains
"What’sthematter,Dave?"
Mitchumhandedhimtheorder—andsawbythelookonthetrainmaster’sfacethatthetrapwasasbadashehadsuspected.
HecalledtheRegionHeadquartersofTaggartTranscontinentalatOmaha,Nebraska,andbeggedtospeaktothegeneralmanageroftheregion.Therewasabriefsilenceonthewire,thenthevoiceoftheOmahaoperatortoldhimthatthegeneralmanagerhadresignedandvanishedthreedaysago—"overalittletroublewithMr.Locey,"thevoiceadded.
Heaskedtospeaktotheassistantgeneralmanagerinchargeofhisparticulardistrict;buttheassistantwasoutoftownfortheweekendandcouldnotbereached.
"Getmesomebodyelse!"Mitchumscreamed."Anybody,ofanydistrict!ForChrist’ssake,getmesomebodywho’lltellmewhattodo!"
ThemanwhocameonthewirewastheassistantgeneralmanageroftheIowa-MinnesotaDistrict.
"What?"heinterruptedatMitchum’sfirstwords."AtWinston,Colorado?Whyinhellareyoucallingme?...No,don’ttellmewhathappened,Idon’twanttoknowit!...No,Isaid!No!You’renotgoingtoframemeintohavingtoexplainafterwardswhyIdidordidn’tdoanythingaboutwhateveritis.It’snotmyproblem!...Speaktosomeregionexecutive,don’tpickonme,whatdoIhavetodowithColorado?...
